Omega Ascension System[BL]-Chapter 274: _Mother Vs Son
Elian’s POV
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"Brave words, son." Amara grinned manically. She raised her arms, levitating into the air, black cloak billowing. "Isn’t this a spectacle?!"
Kyren finally stopped before he could crash into her or the building. Wind gales flared around him, forcing Elian to squint at his floating form.
"The Rogue King of the Dark Lands. The Alpha Prince of Lunaria. The High Matron of Arcadia... All gathered in one spot." Amara tilted her head. "While the future of the continent watches like a side character." Her gaze darted to Elian.
He shrank fast, clutching his torn right arm and hiding behind Lucian. The Alpha Prince’s aura pulsed beneath his skin, ready to explode if Amara made any moves.
Meanwhile, the system was still silent, loading update numbers on the translucent screen:
[System updating... 25% completed.]
’The one time I would’ve needed your annoying voice.’ Elian bit his bottom lip, fighting hard not to cry even with the pain wrecking his entire being.
He felt like his arm would fall off any second.
"Mother." Kyren’s magic ignited around him like blood red flames, burning the air for several meters. "Or High Matron. Whatever illusion you chose to go by—"
"Illusion?" Amara sniggered. "Don’t let your bias cloud the truth. Arcadia is in my palm—as is the Dark Lands and Lunaria."
"You’re so under control yet you pooled most of your capital’s energy to protect your floating palace." Thunder struck alongside Kyren’s words. "You’re faltering, mother. Hundreds are either injured or have lost their lives today."
"Why won’t they when the blood thirsty Rogue King attacked them?" Amara shrugged, a shroud of light slowly enveloping her.
As that happened, Kyren turned his head to Elian and Lucian, white hair whipping behind him like snakes. His crimson eyes dimmed with something sharp... Before softening when he saw Elian’s injury.
’Little flame...’ he reached out telepathically.
Elian froze.
Hearing Kyren’s voice in his head again brought him a peace that almost made the pain from his arm melt away.
’What has she done to you?’ the Rogue king continued.
’I... I don’t know. Somehow she’s able to transfer any pain inflicted on her to me.’ Elian responded. ’My system’s currently updating. I can’t reach out to it.’
’Would it have been able to help?’
’With tactics maybe. Other than that... It could’ve helped with the loneliness clawing at my head.’
’You aren’t alone.’ Kyren assured him. ’You have me. And your...’
’Please, don’t call him a pet.’
’... I was going to say your other mate. We’re here with you. Always.’ The conversation took less than a second in real time.
But it was enough to make Elian feel safe for probably the first time since they arrived in the capital.
As for Amara, her black cloak disappeared, replaced by the white robe she’d used in appearing as the High Matron—back in the obsidian tower..
A white halo glowed behind her head, igniting a searing light that spread for hundreds of meters and beyond.
"The people of Arcadia will only remember how I—their great High Matron—saved them by vanquishing our common enemy." Amara’s fingers cracked with power as she backed Elian and Lucian to face her son.
Both stared at each other like gods ready to pass judgment—the world having to suffer the brunt of it.
"We could’ve worked so well, son." She sighed. "It’s not too late. I—"
Kyren didn’t let her finish.
With a flick of his wrist, chains of crimson light appeared around her, each seeming heavier than the last. But before they could coil her body, reality twitched.
She blurred out of existence. Not teleported.
It was like a blink, letting her appear hundreds of meters above Kyren.
"You can’t harm me!" Lightning crackled around her, illuminating the floating city with flashes of white and red. "And if you won’t join me—I’ll make you submit."
Lightning bolts shot out of the clouds, raining on Kyren. He moved, snapping his fingers at Elian first. A bolt of light struck the latter, healing his arm in seconds.
’The plan is to get us out of here.’ Kyren whispered in his mind. ’Stay sharp.’
"Submission you say?" The Rogue King manoeuvred past each lightning bolt, a cruel grin curving his lips. "Funny how you and your pathetic husband have this same notion that you can..." He sent a devastating blast at her.
She countered with a clap that turned the blast into dust which blew past her.
"... Bend me." Kyren continued with mockery, flying higher to her level. "Well, I’d like to see you two try!"
A spear of condensed red flames appeared in his right hand. Their movements and spells blurred after that.
Lights sparked. Flames burst. The air burned. All around them, spreading for miles, space-time cracked like a shattered mirror.
"Are you okay?" Lucian grabbed Elian’s right arm tenderly but then paused when he got a closer look. "He... He healed you. Just like that?"
Elian didn’t answer immediately, struggling to keep up with the fight. An impossible task when they were moving, like the boundaries of reality were meaningless.
"Kyren plans to get us out of here." He turned to Lucian, jaw tight. "I’m waiting for an opening. A signal."
Lucian’s eyes flashed with an unknown emotion. He raised his head, following the battle which seemed to be getting higher and higher into the clouds, breaching layers of the atmosphere.
Miles away, the councillors could only stand back, helping civilians and placing city-wide shields and protection spells to lessen the impact of the battle. Yet even that didn’t seem enough.
"Kyren can’t... He can’t hurt her." Elian’s fists clenched. "Not without hurting me as well."
Which makes this a lot harder.
How was the High Matron able to do it? What spell or curse did she have on him that made any injuries inflicted on her—hit him with the same intensity?
As he racked his mind thinking, Amara and Kyren’s battle seemed to have reached a peak.
Black spilt behind Kyren like ink, spreading through the clouds and covering the entire city until a thick darkness enveloped everything for hundreds of miles.
Terrified screams echoed in a distorted cacophony all around the city.
Then—
Twelve tentacles, each larger than a crystal tower, formed behind Kyren. The Rogue king looked tinier than an ant compared to them.
They shot forward, swatting and piercing at the Matron one by one.
"Is he TRYING to kill her?!" Lucian yelled in a panic, brushing his right hand through his hair. "Those tentacles look—"
"They aren’t meant to harm." Elian’s vision tunnelled on the apocalyptic scene above them.
The High Matron was no pushover, white light surging stronger around her until it shaped into a humongous tidal wave—shielding her from each shadow tentacle.
Kyren however, wasn’t done.
He stretched out his fingers, moving them like he was playing an instrument.
Within two seconds, reality twisted inside out around the High Matron. Diamond-shaped cracks in space-time surrounded her like a cage. Because it was a cage.
’Grab Lucian tight, little flame.’ Kyren mumbled in his mind. ’Watch her—’
It didn’t even take Amara a millisecond to rend through the space-time cage like a rabid dog. The cracks in reality widened so much that a pitch black vortex formed behind her.
"FOOL!" Amara’s voice thundered, sending shockwaves that forced Elian to cover his ears. "I’ve been weaving spells for millennia. I’ve written grimoires used by some of the most powerful witches alive!"
Something was off. And it didn’t take long for everyone to know what.
The spatial vortex behind the High Matron grew wider and bigger. When it seemed large enough to swallow the city—Kyren moved his fingers again, levitating further away from his mother.
Runes lighted up around the vortex. The thing roared, energies from other parts of the cosmos spilling out of it like a river, forming blinding rays of light.
With a blink, the vortex shrank—appearing directly in front of Elian and Lucian.
The former’s lips parted with shock at first. But then he grabbed Lucian’s palm. "Now!"
They ran, Elian glancing up at Kyren. The reason they came here in the first place was to find him. He wasn’t about to leave him for some heroic bull crap.
"Kyren!"
The Rogue King’s crimson eyes flashed, locking on Elian from kilometres above.
Elian didn’t know when he moved. But he did, appearing behind him and Lucian.
BOOM!
Light exploded behind them after they jumped through the vortex. And then they swam through the void, destination... Unknown.
